[[Hand writing is unsteady and the page is smeared with blood and mud and possibly tears.]]

Tacq took my gold and then fucked me over.  He apparently has a softer heart that I thought and allowed Gelles and Lanfith to convince him what I'm doing with Xyra is wrong.  That fucking paladin wench broke my shoulder.  It's been a week and I can hardly do more than gather energy to soothe the pain, though I did finally get it back into the socket.  She'll pay for that.  And so will Tacq, I'll rip his throat out.

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           ~~~~  Xyra's spirit is slipping from the dream.  They're killing her.  The fools took her to Outland.

She'll die.  And it's my fault.

[[The rest of the page is torn as well as several of the others beyond it.]]

Tacq has agreed to work for me.  I paid him half his wage to ensure the job gets done.  And now to ensure Xyra is safe until it's over.

I made a mistake.  I asked Tacq why he didn't find me attractive.  His response we embarrassing.  He doesn't get involved with clients.  I am too long out of touch and a fool besides.  I fled after that.

He mentioned that Zoella and I looked to be close.  I corrected him.  Zoella is after the next big thrill, the next chance to have fun, I'm merely a stepping stone on her path to forgetting that she's been in the dream for ten thousand years.

I wonder what she is doing now?  I haven't seen her in many days.

Xyra grows stronger, it makes me proud.  My little sister will be a hero if we can find the Shan'do.  We must keep going.

((This "storyline" is a bit fragmented because although the RP is happening at the same time as Gelles being a blood elf, it actually occurs before she becomes one.))

Gelles Magain and Lanfith Stark have become nuisances.  I suppose I should have counted on them sticking their noses in, but honestly my absence was hardly a reason to believe Xyra is in trouble.  Humans, it would seem, are still young and require coddling even when they are grown.  I have no time for such foolishness.

Xyra's body has been moved.  She's safer than she was.  I'm sure Gelles has already discovered what's happened, but will she realize what I've done? Likely not.  Xyra and our mother look very similar after all.  The change in cloth will likely confuse the woman, but will she realize the significance of the color change?  Again, I doubt it, she is human after all.  With the lavender color, the watchers and care takers know that the bodies do not need to be tended, that the family will do so instead.  And, of course, mother is resting with someone else, I doubt she will notice the change.

I've sent a letter to Tacq requesting he meet me in Duskwood as soon as possible.  He seemed hesitant to harm the druids that were tainted but were not attacking him first.  I made him see that they had to die, but will he see that Lanfith and Gelles need to die too, for just the same reasons?  They are a taint that must be removed.  Xyra cannot be allowed to leave the Dream, she's needed there and I will do whatever I must to ensure she stays where she's needed.

I've been neglecting this journal.  Too many distractions and too many people. 

Of all the people I should meet, I am astounded that I met a "druid" whose been wandering the dream for the past ten thousand years.  If ever there was a person who could help me, it is Zoella.  She must know more about the dream than anyone except for the Shan'do himself or the lady dragon Ysera.

Taking her for a lover was rather easy.  She does not play hard to get like so many of the "maidens" I've had over the centuries.  I do believe she is no actually maiden however, otherwise she wouldn't know how to use her mouth in such a manner.

On our journey to Ashenvale I'll ask her to help me.  I cannot completely trust her, regardless if we've shared a bed, one cannot trust a sexual bond to be as strong as a bond of loyalty.  I need a way to put her into my debt.  But how?

I've been away from the Dream longer that I anticipated.  I fear Xyra will not do well without me there.  It cannot be helped for now.

Someone was here.  A filthy human that uses Fel and shadow magic.  I can smell it.  I asked in Night Haven, some woman by the name of Lanfith.  Why do I know that name?

Kael'thas Sunstrider.  The bastard is trying to bring Archimonde here once again.  I did not half destroy myself at Hyjal to have such a thing happen once again.  Damn this slow body.  And curse my inability to control my emotions.  I almost killed Xyra with those damn nightmare demons.  I will leave and return to her when I am in control again.

Damn those bloody Highborn.

It was an accident.  Reisha I mean.  It wasn't until after it happened that I realized what I'd done.  I was still learning to control the dreams and the way I can shift into the dreams of others.  I honestly believe Reisha's proximity was all that caused it to be her and not some random person.

I was thinking of what had happened to Xyra, what she'd told me had happened when she was a troll and under Hakkar's sway and the dream just manifested itself.  Reisha believed it was a real memory.  Perhaps it felt that real to her.  The dreams I give can be vivid.  In her case it was also terrifying, perhaps too much so.  Who wouldn't go half crazy with some troll threatening to eat you as a sacrifice to a blood god and then leave you on a raft, adrift in the middle of the ocean for weeks?

I had to kill her.  I had to end it.  It was my fault you see.  But it was still an accident.  And Reisha's machinations were harming more than just my sister.  It had to end.

Xyra's safe now.  She'll stay safe and she'll help me where it will do the most good--in the Dream.  I knew she would be the one to help me, I just had to get her into the Dream.  I didn't like the method, but the end justifies the means.  I know she'll understand when it's all over.  I know she'll see--I did this for all of us.  I will bring Shan'do Malfurion back and then there won't be a thing to worry about.

The time has come.  Mother and Father are deeper than I imagined, but that hardly matters, I've no need of them.  Xyra's ability to shift into the dream without help is worth far more.  She feels the ripples of darkness.  She knows where to go.  And there we fight.

I caught her trying to keep a journal.  I cannot allow her to risk us by doing such a thing.  This journal I keep outside of the dream, hidden in the den.  I've found evidence of that Gelles woman showing from time to time.  I dare not let Xyra know she's there.

We are no closer to finding Shan'do Malfurion, but at least we are fighting.  I find myself lagging behind, however.  Perhaps it would benefit my cause to return to the real world to train with the other druids again.  How do I keep Xyra from wandering or waking herself?

I'm at my wits end, honestly.  I'm too tired, too worn, too pissed off for more than a terse entry to make sure I keep some track of this.

Nothing is improving with Xyra.  Gelles is vigilant, but I think there is an unspoken agreement between us that we both believe Xyra is fading away.  When I visit them, in that small, secluded place, I hold Xyra's hand, so cold in my own, and I whisper stories from her childhood.

Nox is so miserable.  He's helping to feed Gelles and Xyra, but I can see how unhappy he is, the poor thing is so deeply connected to Xyra; they were like best friends I believe.

I met a troll named Jaddon while skulking around Silvermoon again.  Apparently he'd met Xyra a few weeks ago and she saved his life.  I didn't reveal we're Kal'dorei, but I made it clear that I'm her sister.  Hopefully he assumed we were twins. 

... I made the mistake of telling him about Reisha. And then two days later I get a letter telling me Reisha wiped out his memories.  [FUCK]!

I tracked him down in Tanaris.  He was fishing.  He doesn't know how to do much else, including talk.  When I first met him he spoke Thalassian almost flawlessly.   A Troll!  And now this...  He's an empty shell.

I coaxed him to come with me to the Moonglade.  He's there. Content to be looked over, but happier when they let him fish in peace.  I'm told, by his tabard, that he is a member of a military unit of the Horde.  Just what I [fucking] need, someone to berate and ask questions.  Yes, I should have kept my mouth shut but [DAMMIT, why did he have to go talk to her]!?

So I sent a letter addressed to the leader of the unit.  No return address and I left no signature.

Guild meeting tonight.  I'm not looking forward to this.  Not in the least.

( A Letter Shoved into the Journal... )



( Another Letter Shoved into the Journal... )



So, now I have a paranoid owl... Fortunately I believe he is going to be very useful indeed.

Finally a [fucking] lead!  I put on Xy's pendant, headed into Ratchet and turned on her pearl.  I spoke with... You know I don't know who that was.  I can't believe I didn't ask his name.  I'm out of sorts.  Apparently he's one of Xa'ru's crew, probably higher up.  He told me Xa'ru was indeed hit and is now in the Moonglade, recovering.  [Fucking great], not that Xyra would care at this point, she's in a coma herself.

[If I write it down, the fears that I have, will it help me ease them or make them come true]?  Honestly I don't think it matters.  I fear that Xyra won't wake up this time.  She took major trauma to the head, that stone slammed her to the floor when it fell.  And if she does wake up, I'm afraid that she won't be the same Xyra I know.

And then, when Xa'ru comes around, what will he do?  He can't stay tied to an elf who will never wake up, or if she does, she won't be the elf he knew and claimed he loved.  I'll keep an eye on his recovery via the other druids in the Glade.  If he recovers I'll have a chat with him, let him know it's best that he just moves on.  Xyra needs someone to care for her and I doubt he'll bother with that.  It's one thing when she was just sick and on her way to recovery, but it's another thing when... [she may never recover].

[[a few smears of ink and possibly a spot of moisture]]

Anyway, that same member of Xa'ru's crew told me, after I explained that it was dynamite I smelled and that Nox found bloodthistle and female scent, that he witnessed a female blood elf purchasing dynamite in Ratchet last week.  Dark hair, slim, wore a silk dress, grinned a lot.  I'll wipe that grin off her face if I ever get my hands on that [murdering whore].  She hasn't killed anyone yet, but she's tortured Xyra in the most cruel way, [by affecting her mind].  Xyra never did care for scrapes or cuts or broken bones, but if someone lied or told an untruth or mislead her... it set her into a [rage].

I'll be doing some more snooping around Silvermoon and the other major cities.  I need to find that wench and fast, before she does anymore more damage.  She won't know where Xyra is, but Xa'ru is still in the glade and still very vulnerable.  I should warn his caretakers to monitor his food and drink and... well, anything that touches him really, she could try using poison on him as well.

I received 3 letters.  One from Nebi, one from Gelles and one from Lanfith; all of them offered their assistance.  I need to write them back, but honestly I don't know what they can do.  Perhaps Gelles can heal Xyra in a way I cannot?  I'm unsure, but I'm willing to give it a shot.  Nebi, perhaps, has connections within the Cenarion Circle that I do not?  I only just joined, after being out of commission and being thought dead, they just don't trust me as much.  And Lanfith?  Well, perhaps she can tell me if she knows any blood elves that fit the bomber's description.  She lives on the Scryer's Tier after all.  It's worth a try anyway.

[[This journal is written in a blank book that has seen better days.  The handwriting would be neat, if its owner wasn't so very angry.  It is written in Darnassian with smatterings of Druidic indicated with [].]]

The nasty [bitch] of a stalker planted fucking -dynamite- around our -HOME-!!!  My parent's home, there for thousands of years is now a [fucking] pile of ash and rubble.  And that's nothing, NOTHING compared to what happened to Xyra.  Bruises, burns, lascerations, a broken femur, dislocated knee and ankle, broken foot, punctured lungs, broken ribs, dislocated hip and the list goes on!  I had worse when I fell, but mostly because a [fucking demon] crushed me to the ground.

Xy is knocked out, the pain was too much I think.  I healed her and I'm still healing her.  Too much too fast and her body won't be able to handle it.

I was angry before, now I'm beyond pissed-off and livid.  I'm just [fucking mad as a furblog with its fur on fire].  

That takes some [Elune-damn] guts to go into the Moonglade and blow up a home, especially the home of one of the elders of the Cenarion Circle.

I turned on my stone briefly to contact those who were around and let them know what exactly was going on.  Ellis seemed to think putting Xyra in a public place was a better way to go.  We tried that, did we not?  Or is the Aldor's Tier and Nighthaven not public enough?  Shall we set her up as a sideshow in the Trade District of Stormwind?  I was irritable, so I wasn't all that polite.  I apologized, but she seemed uninterested in bothering.  I turned the stone off after that.

Luckily I'm not completely without sense.  I told her, before I turned off the stone, I'm the only one who knows where Xyra is.  What I didn't tell her is that she's being looked after in an inn in a remote part of the world where there are pleanty of guards, but only a slim chance anyone will even think to look for her there.

And now, leaving her with my old name, Zylitha and no last name, in the hands of the local people to make sure she recovers, I'm taking Xyra's pendant and I'm going to seek out her contacts with the Horde.  I need to find out if Xa'ru made it out okay, because I honestly didn't even think to look, Xyra was my priority.  I also need to find out just how many of those mana-sucking sin'dorei smoke bloodthisle like this "female" does.

And if I run across her, she's dead.